someone requested a swimmer!joon drabble many moons ago and i started writing it but then never got around to finishing it,..,. and honestly the only reason why i wanted to write it was so that a shirtless namjoon could do the whole ‘lemme squeeze past you here’ move to y/n so after i wrote that scene i was like well. my work here is done. time for me to leave!!!!!
admittedly this is a pretty boring drabble but i hope u enjoy it nonetheless <33
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let’s be clear here
the only reason why you took this job was for the money but even now you’re starting to wonder if maybe you should’ve applied to work at starbucks instead even though it pays way less
you HATE swimming pools!
why are you here?!
why did you take this job?!
you’ve always thought that swimming pools were literally just giant pits of other people’s dead skin cells, slimy snot, and not to mention… actual uRINE
disgusting!!!
absolutely revolting!!!
and the thought of accidentally swallowing some of that makes you want to projectile vomit from the ceiling to the floor
in fact, you don’t even remember the last time you dipped a toe in a swimming pool and you’re not planning on evEr dipping any of your toes in a swimming pool for the rest of your life
thankfully, you don’t actually have to get into the swimming pool (so you’re not sure what you’re even complaining about) because all you have to do is keep it clean and sanitized
you’re in charge of skimming, brushing, and vacuuming the pool which is definitely as boring (and as tedious) as it sounds
you also have to take care of the pH levels, the alkalinity, and the sanitiser levels
even though it’s a lot of work for one person, it’s a pretty easy job anD it makes you feel like a chemist when you’re collecting water samples and clinking test tubes around >:-)
with all of this being said, even though you don’t have to get in the pool you always end up leaving absolutely reeking of chlorine and there’s not enough bath and body works warm vanilla sugar body spray that can save you
“good morning, kook!” you chirp as you shut the little metal gate behind you separating the pool area and the office area, “they were out of those cake pops you liked - which is good because you shouldn’t even be eating cake pops for breakfast - so i got you a granola bar instead.”
jungkook blinks down at you from where he’s perched up on his lifeguard chair before plucking the bar from your fingers, “you- you got me a granola bar… a cranberry-raisin granola bar… to replace the double fudge cake pop i usually have for breakfast?”
“…yes?”
he frowns
“do you hate me?”
you smile sheepishly before raising a smoothie cup for him to take as well, “i also got you a kale-cucumber smoothie because they were having a 2 for 1 special on smoothies!”
“how come i get the sewage green smoothie and you get a cool purpley one??” he pouts as he points to the other one in your hand, “what flavour is yours??”
you press your lips together as you look down at your much more appealing looking smoothie,“blueberry banana-“
jungkook resists the urge to pop the lid off and dumP it all over your head
he’s at the perfect angle to do so
“yoU get blueberry banana and i get KALE-CUCUMBER- again, do you hate me???”
jesus
jungkook is a great pal but good goD he can be annoying sometimes
there’s nothing wrong with a kale cucumber smoothie!
…you personally wouldn’t want to drink it because it smells and looks and tastes pretty nasty BUT there’s still nothing wrong with it!!!!
“you know what, fine-” the echo of a locker slamming from the changing rooms has you pausing for a second before you continue, “i’m only going to do this because i know that you’re going to somehow use this smoothie incident against me in the future- you can take my smoothie and i’ll just go up and get another one.”
“thank youuuu…” jungkook grins as you take the cup from him and you can’t help but roll your eyes as he sips on yoUR smoothie happily while kicking his legs
big ol baby
“and, by the way-” you push the metal gate open before turning to look up at jungkook again, “i hope there’s an unblended frozen blueberry in there for you to choke on, you-“
“good morning, namjoon!” jungkook interrupts you before you get a chance to cuss him out and you immediately feel your entire body freeze up
you manage to swivel your upper body around just a little to double-check that namjoon is actually here and jungkook’s not playing around with you
he’s done that to you more than a couple times just because he likes messing with you >:-)
ah
yep
namjoon is definitely here
in all his shirtless glory
you’ve seen a shirtless namjoon a countless number of times but the view just never fails to make your tummy flutter
his golden, sun-kissed skin.,.,
the ridges of his abs and the faint outline of his v-line.,,.
his broad, broad chest that look like the ends of two perfect loaves of freshly baked bread-
“morning!” namjoon beams at jungkook before looking over at you with a tilt of his head, “good morning, y/n.”
“good morning!” your grip around the cup is so tight you’re surprised the lid hasn’t popped off yet
you’re fully aware that you’re standing in his way but you truLY are unable to move
“the pool’s nice and warmed up for you, man!” jungkook gestures to the pool and for the first time, you’re grateful for one of his interruptions because after ‘good morning’ you can’t think of anything else to say
“that’s what i like to hear-” namjoon laughs, “-lemme squeeze past you here, baby.”
he places a hand on your waist from behind and you feel your heart skip a beat at how big his hand feels on you
you feel the warmth radiating off of his half-naked figure as his bare chest skims your back
the smell of his cologne lingers in the air after he slides past you and your nose twitches slightly
you take your bottom lip in between your teeth as you watch namjoon saunter off to the other end of the pool, a dreamy little sigh leaving your mouth
“…oh my god, what the hell is wrong with you?” jungkook snorts as you slowly make your way over to him, looking as dazed as ever, “could you make it any more obvious that you have a big fat crush on-”
“would it kill you to be a little more quiet??” you hiss before whacking his foot
“oh, sorry, lemme just-” jungkook straightens up in his seat and clears his throat, “say, it looks like the water isn’t the only thing here that’s WET-!”
your eyes widen and you give his leg a harder whack this time
namjoon turns to glance over at you two and you give him a sheepish smile and a little wave
…
phew
that was a close one
“how would one go about respectfully asking someone else to rail them?” you ask wistfully before bringing your straw up to your lips for a sip of your smoothie
your nose immediately wrinkles at the bitter zing of pureed kale
yuCk
who thought putting kale into a drink would be a good idea??
“just add ‘please’ at the end of your request. here, let me demonstrate-“ jungkook clears his throat and straightens up in his seat before beginning to speak in a higher-pitched voice that you’re assuming is an impression of yoU, “oh, namjoon… i want you to flip me like a pancake and slather me in your melted butte-”
Head canon: with all of the travel they do, Mulder is more likely to get garbage snacks/food from the gas station. Scully tries to at least get him to drink water. Although she is known to enjoy French fries dipped in a Frosty on occasion.
@today-in-fic
He walks back to the car holding a large brown paper bag in his arms. Scully sighs seeing it; he told her he was just going in for a few things, not buying the entire store.
“What’s in the bag, Mulder?” she asks once he’s in the car. She knows it’s nothing healthy for him before he even needs to answer.
“Just some stuff for the road.”
Stuff is an understatement. Three packs of sunflower seeds, five chocolate bars, a random breakfast bar, two packets of chips. He takes out a cola for good measure and sets it on the dashboard with all his other goodies.
Scully stares at it all disdainfully, wondering how a person could eat that much garbage.
“Please tell me you have, at least, a bottle of water somewhere in there.”
Mulder just shrugs and Scully rolls her eyes. This is why he’s ill all the time.
“I did get something, though,” he says going back into the bag again.
Scully waits expectantly and he produces a package and hands it towards her.
“Liverwurst,” he says as she takes it.
“What? An no ice tea?”
Mulder smiles, remembering and, in turn, Scully smiles back.
So sometimes I try to screw with entertain @justmilah while she’s trying to type responses by sending her horrifically angsty headcanon stories while she’s trying to make lighthearted replies over at askonce...
So I maaaaaaaay have sent her this the other day regarding the days immidiately following Milah’s death
Slightly cleaned up but mostly left in rambling form for authenticity and published here mostly for the entertainment of @killian-whump
The Calm AFTER the storm.
I’m not thinking about the moment after that cut scene by the way…definitely not. You know the moment after Rumplestiltskin vanishes the adrenaline starts to fade and the anger is slowly replaced by a mind-numbing exhaustion.
And the crew is watching him, waiting for a sign, for some idea how to move forward. But he can’t see anything but her. and he hates how she looks so… discarded.
So he sinks next to her and pulls her into his lap. Someone is trying to say something to him, trying to get access to his arm but he ignores them and holds her until his mind begins to go fuzzy with the pain and the blood loss. At some point someone must have managed to wrap his arm, though he doesn’t know when that happened. He only notices it when the bandages begin to turn red. And then she’s gone and he must have passed out because he’s back in his cabin.
She’s gone. And he screams at anyone who will listen to take him to her and it’s too cold in this room and that doesn’t explain why he’s sweating so badly
Finally his 2nd lieutenant slips into the room and tells him that ‘the boys are taking care of her, Captain. We won’t leave her alone. But we need our Captain. We need you to rest’
The fever broke after four days. four days of nightmarish visions and pain like daggers stabbing through a hand that was no longer there and each time he woke he was certain it had been a horrific dream. That he’d turn over and she’d be there, sleeping safely on the other side of the bed and he’d reach for her but then he’d see the empty space where his hand should be, feel the pain that lanced through invisible flesh and he knew it wasn’t a nightmare.
The day after she fell his fever was still high but in one of his rare moments of lucidity he demanded to be taken to her. The men have laid her out on a piece of fresh linen. Most men might have received a worn sail for a shroud but not Milah
He’s not stitched with his right hand in a long while, having long since begun to rely on his left again after years of having the tendency trained out of him in the Royal Navy. But now he’s no choice. Because hell if he is going to let some other man do this. He hadn’t done it in so long,.. not since Liam.
The stitches are awkward at first. Hesitant, with each stitch a memory of love treasured briefly and handed over. It was common for personal belongings to be added to the shroud, or if no personal belonging were owned, rocks for the added weight. but stones wouldn’t do for Milah.
Instead he offered her bits of shining gemstones and colorful bits of pottery. Things she’d seen in markets and bazaars in every realm they traveled to, jewelry and bright fabrics and all the things that made her smile.
By the time he was done his remaining hand was shaking with exhaustion and the fever was back with a vengeance. His second had had to near carry him back to his cabin, but it was done.
Tomorrow they’d lay her to rest.
Now just imagine trying to write a lighthearted reply about Milah drawing unicorns on the corners of Liam’s maps in the underworld while seeing that out of the corner of your eye. @justmilah has skills.
I should have left in all the wailing and name calling though... .would have been funny :P
I wrote a fic and used one of your headcanons (Theodosia is deaf) She doesn't actually appear until chapter 6. The fic's called Voiceless Symphonies by BlazingStarInInkyBlackness on AO3. (I love this blog so much btw it's amazing)
I have a oneshot fic with TK’s kid and an unfinished oneshot collection with Matt/Joe and all their kids that I wrote and never published (I was waiting to do more with the Chosen before I got super into the kids). But I mass posted what I already had in preparation for a rewrite.
Should I go ahead and throw on the two fics is never published, or should I hold back on them for the rewrite?
- it’s always been something that phil’s wanted to try, but he’s always been too terrified of his partners to ask. dan’s different. dan’s always been different. and dan says yes
- phil waits until dan’s in deep sleep, when he’s rolling around in his bed slightly, making those cute little sounds he makes when he’s the middle of a particularly invigorating dream. that’s when phil strikes, because he knows that’s when he’s most likely to keep dan asleep. he knows if he does it right, dan will just think it’s a dream, and that’s exactly what phil wants
- he starts with tiny touches to dan’s belly until dan rolls onto his back. dan doesn’t wear a shirt to bed and phil’s totally going to take advantage of this fact. his lips come down on dan’s body next, and he trails his teeth over his nipples, not bothering to bite down even as dan’s body writhes. when phil glances up at dan’s face, he’s still asleep, and he smirks.
- he loves this part. he’s hovering over dan, and dan’s got those little wrinkles that form between your brows when you’re confused in the middle of your sleep. phil’s got a knee between dan’s thighs, and he can feel it as dan starts to get hard.
- the best part is knowing that deep down, dan /knows/ it’s phil, that phil’s touching him while he sleeps. the best part is knowing as dan’s breath quickens, that it’s phil he’s dreaming about touching him like this.
- and phil does a lot of touching. he uses his teeth and his tongue mostly, dragging both in equal parts over dan’s torso, laving at his belly button, and singing his tongue inside, fucking it over and over again like it’s something else phil wants to get his tongue on.
- he uses his knee to gently rub circles against dan’s quickly hardening erection, to keep him interested, and give him something to pleasure himself on.
- dan does. he grounds his hips down as he begins to moan, and the best part is, phil can tell he’s still asleep, because he’s so unabashed when he’s like this. his cheeks are flushed with pleasure, but he’s not hiding himself, censoring himself, trying to control himself. he’s letting loose, the way he only can when unconcious, and that’s why phil needs this, that’s why phil craves this.
- he lets dan use his body, grinding his hips down against phil’s knee. eventually, it becomes his thigh as phil situates himself further over dan, sucking at his neck even though he wants to kiss him - but kissing him will ruin the illusion, will wake dan up, and phil cant have that. phil needs to make him come, completely inhibitated.
- there’s a wet spot at the front of dan’s sleep pants, and his hips are rolling down with abandon. phil watches his fingers clench in the duvet underneath him, watches his face scrunch up with abandon. it’s the little breathy “phil,” that really gets him though, and then he’s biting down because he can’t help it, and dan’s hips are canting up harder and harder, grinding into phil until finally - finally, he comes.
- he soaks through his pajama bottoms, and he gasps, the sound like a sigh as he comes down, forehead relaxing and smoothing out. he looks so relaxed that all phil has to do is sit up over him to get off, staring at his face and the way he’s smiling so softly, like it’s all just a dream.
- but its not.
- and when phil comes with a gasp, he leans down to finally kiss dan awake, hands buried deep in brown curls.
- there’s no mistaking dan’s smile against phil’s lips.
loras hosted a surprise bar crawl for renly's birthday where all their friends dressed up like renly... nice suits, fake beards, semi-pompadour hair... the whole nine yards.
It had been a good idea on paper; but then Margaery arrived.
”No, Margaery. No.”
She pursed her lips out and stroked her fake facial hair, aviator sunglasses slipping down her nose as she struck a series of poses that looked more like she was trying out for the role of Tony Manero than playing Renly.
”Sorry, can’t hear you. Were you talking to me?” she asked in a gruff voice. She kept grinning like a complete idiot.
”I said ‘No’, Margaery.”
”Are you talking to me? Because I don’t see any Margaery around here.”
Loras sighed loudly and rolled his eyes. “No, Renly, you cannot dress like this.”
She smoothed her hand over her hair that had been slicked back into a tight bun, giving it the effect of a shorter cut much like Renly’s. “I’m sure I read the invitation correctly, my little dandelion, and the instructions were clear.”
”Yeah but—”
She pushed her finger over Loras’ lips, silencing him. “Don’t worry your pretty little head, Loras. You just do what you do best and I’ll do what I do best.”
He gently smacked her hand away and glared. “If you do anything strange I swear I’ll tell mum and dad.”
Margaery snorted and headed into the pub, a swagger in every step.
”And I’m pretty sure Renly doesn’t walk like that!” he called. Margaery turned around and did something completely un-Margaery like.
